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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Engineer's Thumb
Capítulo 9, Página 1
Among
all
the
cases
my
friend,
Mr.
Sherlock
Holmes,
has
worked
on,
there
were
only
two
I
introduced
to
him.
One
involved
Mr.
Hatherley’s
thumb,
and
the
other
was
about
Colonel
Warburton’s
madness.
The
latter
might
have
been
more
interesting
for
an
observer,
but
the
former
was
so
unusual
and
dramatic
that
it
deserves
to
be
recorded,
even
if
it
gave
Holmes
fewer
chances
to
use
his
famous
deductive
skills.
This
story
has
appeared
in
newspapers
before,
but
it
loses
its
impact
when
told
in
a
short
article.
Seeing
the
facts
unfold
and
the
mystery
gradually
solved
is
much
more
engaging.
The
events
left
a
strong
impression
on
me,
and
even
after
two
years,
I
still
remember
them
vividly.
The
events
happened
in
the
summer
of
1889,
not
long
after
I
got
married.
I
had
returned
to
my
medical
practice
and
left
Holmes
in
his
Baker
Street
rooms,
though
I
often
visited
him
and
sometimes
convinced
him
to
visit
us.
My
practice
was
growing,
and
since
I
lived
near
Paddington
Station,
I
got
some
patients
from
the
railway
staff.
One
patient,
whom
I
had
cured
of
a
long
illness,
often
recommended
me
to
others.
One
morning,
just
before
seven,
the
maid
knocked
on
my
door
to
tell
me
two
men
from
Paddington
were
waiting
in
the
consulting
room.
I
dressed
quickly,
knowing
railway
cases
were
rarely
simple,
and
hurried
downstairs.
As
I
reached
the
room,
my
old
friend,
the
guard,
came
out
and
closed
the
door
behind
him.
"I’ve
got
him
here,"
he
whispered,
pointing
with
his
thumb
over
his
shoulder.
"He’s
all
right."
"What
is
it?"
I
asked,
as
his
manner
suggested
he
had
brought
some
strange
creature
into
my
room.
"It’s
a
new
patient,"
he
whispered.
"I
thought
I’d
bring
him
myself
so
he
wouldn’t
run
off.
There
he
is,
safe
and
sound.
I
must
go
now,
Doctor;
I
have
my
duties,
just
like
you."
And
off
he
went,
without
giving
me
time
to
thank
him.
I
entered
my
consulting
room
and
found
a
man
sitting
by
the
table.
He
wore
a
suit
of
heather
tweed
and
had
a
soft
cloth
cap
on
my
books.
His
hand
was
wrapped
in
a
bloodstained
handkerchief.
He
was
young,
about
twenty-five,
with
a
strong
face,
but
he
was
very
pale.
He
seemed
deeply
troubled,
trying
hard
to
stay
calm.
"I’m
sorry
to
disturb
you
so
early,
Doctor,"
he
said.
"I
had
a
serious
accident
last
night.
I
came
by
train
this
morning,
and
a
kind
man
at
Paddington
brought
me
here.
I
gave
your
maid
my
card,
but
she
left
it
on
the
table."
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